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The Black Jack-O’-Lantern”
A pumpkin grew where shadows creep,
Its skin was black as haunted sleep.
They carved a grin both sharp and wide—
It whispered, “Come and look inside…”
The candle burned with ghostly hue,
It fed on souls instead of dew.
And every Halloween, they say,
It smiles when someone fades away.